Stakes

Venica wanted to say something, but she didn’t dare to open her mouth. She could already tell that Richard was determined to act, but she worried for his safety. After all, the Archerons weren’t like the Mensas. There wasn’t a single saint on the island save for Fuschia, while the Mensa island had at least one level 20 overseer.

Richard didn’t seem enraged, nor did he shout. All this while, he had been extremely calm. Yet, for some reason, the fiery girl felt extremely scared of him right now. It was an indescribable feeling, one she could not explain.

“The next time something like this happens,” Richard suddenly spoke up, “don’t shoulder it on your own. Remember to tell me.”

She bit her lip and hesitated, “But…”

“I know,” he smiled. “You’re an Archeron, you want to work alone. That’s fine, but wait until you’ve really grown up.”

Gangdor and Richard had built a powerful bond over their time in Faust. When the brute appeared, he even...